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        She doesn’t understand much of what he says. His words have her furrowing her brows in consternation. But one word does stand out to her. Free. Such a simple word, but one that held so much longing and meaning for the young girl. Was she truly free? She couldn’t say that she was. Not when she had the Sisters and the Abbess breathing down her neck at all hours of the day. And, true, they were her family — she had grown up around them — but they did not understand her need for wide open spaces and fresh air. 

        Whether he realises it or not, his words have enticed her. Yes. Free. Why should she be bound to this convent doing whatever is told of her without question? Because God willed it? Perhaps. But, had she truly ever wanted to be here? The choice had never been hers to begin with. It was simply thrust upon her when her mother died and —-oh, suddenly there is possibility. 

        Angelica steps back from him then and takes a seat on the end of the bed, patting the space beside her. It is an innocent invitation. She would like to talk. As best as she can, at any rate, given the barrier of language between them. 

          “—My name… is Angelica.”

Ah, so something he said did catch her attention even more than he already had it. It wasn’t a hard guess what word it was that did. He didn’t know her story, hell he didn’t know her name just yet. Not that names would do them much good when there was such a strong language barrier, but Jack digressed.

His chin tilted up a few centimeters as she retreated back to her bed, then proceeded to pat the spot on the bed beside her. Did she know exactly how the pirate could easily interpret such an invitation? Most likely not. If she were in a convent, odds are she wasn’t one who knew the potential implications of having a man on her bed that wasn’t her betrothed or her husband.

 “—My name… is Angelica.”

Ah, so he had a name now. It was something to work with at least. Was Jack about to refuse the invitation though even with the name now? As soon as he’d turn down a bottle of rum, if that says anything. Lips widened into a pleased grin as the proffered space on the bed was taken, and the woman’s hand was brought up to his lips and held close afterward. And did he lean in just a bit closer than was really necessary? Yes, he did. He wasn’t playing to take his sweet time, and she definitely seemed to be one of a pure and innocent mindset; easily seduced if done properly.

“Captain Jack Sparrow. El placer es todo mío.”

That Spanish should be correct, if not very close. He knew vocabulary, how to do basic sentence based conversations, but that was about it. Hopefully it worked.

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